One's remembered self; the clash within one's present self. Christmas mournings, childhood memories of ripped apart years.
Those life pages full of thorns that never seem to burn.
Circulus vitiosus linked mental inhibitions inability to construct current ability to destruct and reconstruct.
The unwritten soul letters from the heart sent to the brain. The thoughts that still wake you up on days of heavy thunder and rain inside your head. They will never rest.
The days you hide from the sun's rays. The days you walk into complete blackness to the other side of silence with the only compass your own will to heal.